Rebirth of the Military Industrial Overlord

"Mr. Dile, please tell Mr. Skeff Mellon, Mr. Donald Douglas Jr. has agreed to join our plan, and now is the time to start."

After coming out of Douglas's house, Tan Zhenhua casually found a public telephone booth, dialed a number, and notified him and the middleman of Mellon's house, Tom Dylay, of the good news. After getting a response from Tom Dylay, he I hung up the call and then dialed another number.

This time the waiting time was a bit long. It wasn't until more than a minute later that a low baritone came through the microphone: "Eric?"

"It's me, Mr. Jacob. The plan has been confirmed and can be carried out. I am afraid I have to invite you for a transoceanic flight."

There was a brief silence in the microphone. Obviously, Jacob Rothschild on the opposite side was slightly surprised, but his low voice soon came again, and his tone was obviously pleasant.

"Good, see you at the San Francisco Pacific Stock Exchange at 8:30 on Monday morning."

"Yes, Mr. Jacob, to help you have a pleasant journey."

"Thank you, Eric, and, I have to say, Eric, you are such an amazing kid, goodbye."

Tan Zhenhua smiled silently and put down the microphone gently.

MacDonald Douglas, I don't care what reason you blocked the "Yun X" and caused the first major setback of China's large aircraft business. In short, you must pay the price!

As for you, Mr. Zhang Zhenzhong, I don't care why you became the executor of this matter for what reason and why, then, you must also pay for it!

Of course, if you are innocent, then I can also provide you with an opportunity to do something to make up for the mistakes you made in your previous life.

It's fair, isn't it?

Tan Zhenhua thought silently in her heart, walked to a Dodge SUV waiting on the side of the road, opened the door, got into the position of the co-pilot, and sat down, turned her face, and spoke to the person in the driver's seat. : "The matter is over, brother, let's go back to San Francisco."

Monday, December 6, 1982.

San Francisco, Pacific Stock Exchange.

The Pacific Stock Exchange, referred to as pcx, was formed in 1956 by the merger of Los Angeles and San Francisco exchanges. The former took advantage of the California gold rush in 1892, while the latter started from oil trading in 1899. Currently, it is traded in the Pacific. The number of listed securities exceeds 1,500. Of course, due to the United States’ leading position in the communications industry, it is also possible to trade on the New York Stock Exchange, the National Stock Exchange or the Nasdaq Stock Market through the telephone network on this stock exchange. stock.

The reason why I chose to meet here was purely because others gave Tan Zhenhua, a Stanford student, a face, so that he could be saved.

But even so, it seems that Xiao Tan Tan is absent from class again today...

"Mr. Jacob, we met again. I didn’t expect that the place where we met this time was actually here. I have to be honest, even though this is the best room you can find in this stock exchange. Compared with your office, the difference is too far."

Tan Zhenhua smiled and stood up and greeted Jacob, who walked into the house, and beside Jacob, there was a middle-aged man who attracted his attention.

This person looks more than 50 years old, with silver-white hair, a high nose, and not too big eyes, but his eyes are aggressive, as if vaguely murderous.

Moreover, Tan Zhenhua looked vaguely familiar with this person, but he couldn't remember where he had been before.

Jacob walked up with a smile and gave Tan Zhenhua a light hug to show the intimacy between the two. Then he pulled over the middle-aged man and introduced to Tan Zhenhua: "Eric, introduce you My friend, this is the helm of the Quantum Fund, Mr. George Soros, George, this is the amazing kid from China, Eric Tan you've always wanted to meet."

It turned out to be him? ! No wonder it looks familiar. After all, this famous name appeared on the economic news page of China Newspapers and magazines at a certain time in Tan Zhenhua's previous life.

Although his appearance here is a bit abrupt, but considering the tacit cooperation of the two men in the sniper war against the British government and the pound exchange rate in the previous few months, it is a natural thing to know each other.

And since Jacob invited George Soros to participate in this meeting, he must have added another general to his camp.

This is a good thing.

But for MacDonald Douglas, it might be a disaster.

Thousands of thoughts flashed in Tan Zhenhua's mind, but there was a sincere smile on his face. He stretched out his hand and shook George Soros gently: "Mr. Soros, long admiration of the name, lucky to meet."

George Soros also smiled and shook hands with him: "Eric, I also admire you for a long time, and we have already fought together, so we are comrades in arms, right?"

Tan Zhenhua responded with a smile: "Yes, Mr. Soros, and, it seems, this time we will fight together again."

Jacob on the side also smiled: "It seems so, but it is a pity that Jim and Lynch can't come here separately, Eric, you have to accompany us these two old guys reluctantly, oh, yes, Eric, you haven't introduced the young man next to you."

"His name is Guo Zhaode, he is from Xiangjiang, and he is my partner." Tan Zhenhua pointed to the guy next to him and said, the rest is up to him.

"My friends call me Peter." Guo Zhaode smiled and said: "I just arrived yesterday, and I don't know much about the situation in the United States, so this time I need to ask the two seniors for advice."

It is said that Guo Zhaode has gone through more than half a year of experience. With the growth of his reputation and knowledge and the expansion of personal assets, he can no longer see the small family spirit that he nestled in the small cubicle of HSBC a few months ago. Appears full of energy and fighting spirit.

"Then Peter, are you the "Demon Blade"?" Soros asked.

"That's a joke my friends made to me." Guo Zhaode rarely showed an awkward expression. After all, these two people in front of me, but the big figures in the financial world, compare their own achievements. Boasted.

Soros nodded and said: "So good, is it a joke? We'll know in a while, it's almost there now, let's start."

When he said this, the expressions of the four people in the room suddenly became serious. They glanced at each other and nodded together.

The hand of the wall clock in the house pointed to 9 o'clock in the morning, the clear chime sounded, and the stock market opened.